Susans note read: Dearest one. I was really excited when I saw you on campus today. I was wearing the red thong panties that you sent me in that "Confidential" distribution envelope. I was so hot that I stopped off in the ladies room and fingered myself through those panties. I know you like to have them sopping with my juices when I send them back to you. I wanted to send Ann over to the mailroom and pick up the distribution

This is something I must get off my chest. I am a black man aged and I have the occasional gay session with strange men. My friends think I am one of the lads but if they knew what I did in my spare time when I am horny they would be surprised. I have a lovely girlfriend , but no one gives a good blow job like a man. My most recent experience was about one month ago. I met some man in a chat room on AOL. We cybered for a while. then I called him. I found out he was much older than me. His name was Phil and mine is Paul.

Since my heart attack last May I have been riding my bike to a bagel shop about miles away or times a week. As a regular I got to know many of the other regulars casually. One couple came in fairly often. They both wore surgical pants and tops from time to time. She is a perky blond with smallish tits and an ass to make your mouth water. He is a beefy guy that treats her like shit in public.

Mary met me at the door, for our luncheon engagement, wearing a black short outfit. The top was a linen vest cut low in the front with satin lapels and covered buttons. The short selves were made out of chiffon that matched the chiffon skirt that came nearly her ankles in the back and mid shin in the front. The skirt was over black linen shorts that had a wide belt and belt loops with a zippered fly in the front with a one-inch cuff. Her legs were encased in panty hose; she was wearing ankle high boots with or inch heals.

The moment our hands touched I gently tugged her toward me. Her knowing smile was enough to tell me that we would be making a long and satisfying journey to ecstasy. As I drew her closer, I pulled her hand to my lips kissing her fingertips. First her breasts then her hips rubbed firmly against me. I gasp as she pinned me against the motel room door. She had not taken off her white fur coat, so I slipped my left hand inside while still kissing her fingers. I was pleasantly surprised to find her with nothing other than bra and garter belt under her coat.

When you teach in the public, or private schools for that matter, you find yourself on some committee giving free time for some school project or another. This evening I found myself serving time at a school mothers house representing the principal on a really dull project. There were about parents present and the talk went in circles about this or that aspect of this dull project. My mind wandered and I could not help but notice the Hostess daughter Linda.

After my recent heart attack I have been dieting and getting some exercise. I have been riding a road bike in the local area or times a week. Here in Southern California they are building houses on every hill available. This gives me a great place to build up my cardio vascular strength without riding all day long. I tackled a hillside community near my house around months ago and have worked my way to the top.

Tara and Suzie signed up for my computer class together. They arrived together, sat together, and went home together. Tara is an Indian lady of undetermined age, and Suzie is an American around . Suzie had been in an accident that gave her seizures from time to time, and destroyed her fine motor skills. Tara seemed to be the driver and mover behind the team. Tara is about ft in tall with black hair and silky sooth mahogany skin. Her breasts are large and heavy, and go with her rounded hips.

Tara was aglow as she entered her home after a wonderfully degrading session with her computer teacher at a local motel. As she danced into the kitchen she was surprised by her daughter Samantha who said, "Where have you been? I called Suzies and she said that you did not take her to school today because you had some important errands to run. Tara stammered and could not come up with a quick answer. Samantha stepped closer to her mother and sniffed as she noticed a dried streak on cleavage. Her eyes grew large as saucers. Samantha was stunned. This woman who gave birth to her, who fed her and dressed her had gone out and fucked a stranger.

For over a year now, I have been riding my road bike up a really steep hill into a residential neighborhood here in Southern California. I started riding in the mornings, right after my heart attack and have worked my way up building legs, lungs and heart muscles as I climbed higher and higher up the mountain. Now I not only ride to the top of the hill, but I ride around a couple of the circular streets and ride up that portion of the hill a second time.